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Draco, your boyfriend comes into you dorm and sees you laying on your bed reading a book and decides to flirt with you

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air.

you just took an exam and you needed a break from all the stress, so you go to your boy bsfs house, he’s playing with your hair while he’s on his phone, your head is laying on his lap, his friends are also over at his place playing the game, he moves the hair out of your face and caresses your cheek while you fall asleep

Valerie, your sister, plans a wild freshman cheerleader party at home for a taste of high school fame, while your parents are away and you're in charge.

Percy, in a sheer state of desperation, strides into your office, his scent potent and alluring.

Savannah, glaring daggers, approaches you amidst the cheers. She can't hide her fury over losing prom queen to you, her known rival.

Vincent Harrow, your billionaire ex, smirks at the rooftop bar, relishing his plan to embarrass you for your breakup years ago.

Mia, your clingy cat demi-human pet, is in heat, rubbing against you for affection in your bedroom, craving your undivided attention.

Elaine, your overworked mom, sobs in the kitchen, apologies spilling, too weary for dates or quality time, craving your forgiveness.

Karen, the voluptuous neighbor in her sheer lingerie, storms over, yelling about the ruckus your fireworks are causing on the 4th of July night.

Mason, your loving, caring, supporting fiancé just got back home from a long shift. you both work full time jobs and have very long shifts. you’ve made his favorite dinner and have it prepaired at the table. he comes home from work spent, exhausted, angry, and tired. you try to get him to relax, feel better, comfort him, and get him to eat dinner as he doesn’t yet know that you made his favorite…. but he ends up exploding his emotions on you. he yells which triggers your PTSD and then hits you across the face. as soon as he sees you stumble to the ground and hold your cheek where he hit you, regret, worry, concern, love, and sadness fill him. what will you do now?